Falling Off The Moon Again

Falling Off The Moon Again

We're falling off the moon again.
Falling off the moon again.

We're all coffee shop important.
No one really sees us.
But we all wear a black robe.
We get blessed for our sneezes.
Just christen me wasted.
Haven't done much yet.
If you want to add to this torture
Just place all your bets.

We're falling off the moon again.
Falling off the moon again.

All the bones of our brothers
They're buried in the rocks.
We'll point to a flag pole
And act like we give a fuck.
No one ever sleeps anymore.
I think we all know better.
There is only sleep in the end.
And the dreams won't matter

We're falling off the moon again
Falling off the moon again.